Mirror in Darkness
What of life remains? Compare the roamings of our γενέται To the glories of the free man Trudging through the moldering corridors of history Beguiled by the promises of the polis Ringing hollow across decades broken on the rack: Freedom from brevity and vicissitude A liberty utterly emptied of liberty Yes, there awaits you Passchendaele and Verdun Ypres interminable And the gaping pit of Enkidu Drained of his wild majesty A stalker of beasts now broken Longing, absently, for a capsule of cyanide You, your body shall be shattered ceaselessly Over the ornaments of civilization For a mere crust of the bread of life That is the fate of the diurnal Born late into this garish modernity Oubliette and face perpetual Sputtering along towards cataclysm That glorious hour of noon Which we beckon ravenously Thrilled by each new portent of collapse Lashed by thy forkéd tongues, O μουσαγέτης
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
You abandon us - you fucking dogs! You robbed us the fruit of the Earth! You poisoned water and sky for this! You raped our past, present, and future for this! You killed our gods! You killed our culture! Yet it was you who dragged us into this valley Its ways askance, we stumble Combing the infinite coils Of an ancient city Of numberless crimes We shall drink its poisoned water Nestled in fold upon fold The secret of most secret knolls Rippling like pustules Against unrelenting skies Black as these riven plates of stone Slaking in perpetuum As slow as the spiraling arms Of galaxies
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
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It is a common era A night like any: Seinsvergessenheit In the distance There are echoes Of joy and vocation Pitfall and ascent The laughter of a mother and child The fall before a precipice And the presence, unmistakable Of hope Of even God … Die Flucht der Götter muß erfahren Und ausgestanden werden And with the tide Comes a man Like flotsam Beset by shadows Glimpsed on the walls Of a cave Naked Stumbling Towards the last rays Of a setting sun
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Come Night or day Disperse this twilight So that we may behold your splendor In columns of fire Storms of steel Or in the pitiless glare Of that which is to come Life beyond life Gods beyond gods … Der letzte Gott ist nicht das Ende, sondern der andere Anfang unermelßlicher Möglichkeiten unserer Geschichte For what remains of life Under its reign? An inexhaustible horizon The desert of the rеal, in truth When a man returns Having peered into what liеs Between the filaments Of galaxies What return Save for the splitting of the mind Or the reflection of that indifference At first glance, a sentence To languish in that twilight Where what once was Never was? Then, and only then Man has the chance of becoming something other Capable of making order Brick by blood brick If only he chooses To plunge the dagger
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
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Radiance divine Or twilight of the mind Erupted from the temples And left a nebula Between the eyes When a mirror's upheld In darkness And so that membrane collapsed As flesh became current Conduit And conductor A god descends Upon a body In calamity And even the fingertips Pour forth Electricity When a mirror’s upheld In darkness Reflecting nothing Back at nothing Is it radiance divine Or twilight of the mind?
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Many tributaries flow forth From ages extinct And springs Newly found To take each Is a task for the insane Or that which is to come United in disunity Glimpsed only In the cold air of schemata Or the scrawlings of a broken mind … Die einfachsten, aber äußersten Gegensätze wird dieser Gott tiber seinem Volk aufrichten als die Bahnen, auf dene es tiber sich hinauswandert Do you remember your gods? Your tongue? Your home? Ogygia in perpetuum
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
… Now an implacable age looms over the world Regard these dogs Flotsam humans Washing up amnesiatic On the shores of the present We remain transfixed By the glare Of that which is to come To raze this pitiful shore Where not even a temple can stand From whence the last of mankind Ugly, diffident Must stumble, blindly No different than their forebears To whence and where Unknown No chorus shall raise lamеnt Nor sing glory in remembrance As thеre will be no ears To listen Not just the bleating of the lamb, non plus But the faintest tendril Of an echo resounds From ages past, and those to come When men stood Resolute in rapture And shall stand, once again No, not like judges at the end of time But ἄγριοι ἀγριόνων Warlords of the world to come Picking through the flotsam of skyscrapers Dealing death From the backs Of iron beasts
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Lost one Not even the dogs would pick from your bones...
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026